sixty degrees: ‘dying in the cold…’

Listen to the Voices ~ Labi Siffre

When your world collapses. Bank accounts run red. Your great heart, full to bursting, shatters and falls still. Civilizations rise, and fall. Fortunes come, and go. Hello, goodbye. Remember the earth beneath your two feet. Eternal, nature sustains. And like a forest, friends, family and strangers extend arms to embrace. Stand beside. You. In solidarity. A community of hope. A warm meal, a shoulder, a hand, a smile. A paper jet of kind words. During the darkest night, utterly alone, gently nursing your broken wing. Trust Spirit. To carry, with grace and infinite love, you. Until strength returns, and you fly. Again.